My uncle took his own life in the summer of 2020 and I remember being in his appartement on the top floor (not very high but still at least 6 stories) looking out the window at the skyline of my city while the sun was going down and this song was playing in my head. Beautiful..
J Dilla is the main reason why I can't listen to nowadays music, the guy took his time to come up with something new and dope everytime. All of his beats would lead you to neck massage therapy, because of the bounce of the drums, or just that natural music feeling. I can't even find the words to express it damn. I'm high as f****
Peoples Sound he’s a just a nerd who doesn’t listen to anything besides boom bap beats and holds old school hip-hop in a stupidly high regard compared to the rest of music, don’t bother with him.
@@soulpeacesam Hahah well, thanks. I appreciate the kind words. Mostly been focusing on playing guitar and drums, so I haven't quit music or anything. Just need a better workflow for making beats. And the little bit of music theory I'm learning is definitely going to carry over into my production as well.
@@lex.cordis what city are you based out of ? and word I feel that to the max . I play piano and just hook my keys up to the laptop and play from FL . you should do the same but with ableton .
I’d say the vibe it creates is wayy nicer for me but I wouldn’t compare it to jazz just cause he samples from that and other genres and creates from that to appeal for a different audience
if this ever gets taken down im showing up to youtube HQ pitchfork and torch in hand. so smooth, so fresh- the audible equivalent of really good sushi. RIP Dilla.
J Dilla, back at it again, Say y'all living, but ain't really living, I sit back and avoid fleas like Given, Robin, everyday I'm tryna make something live and, The fans, I grab from USA all the way to Japan, See my where's my darts land, Another bomb ass cut, Make brothers wanna strut, And sisters shake they butts, Let's keep it on, a classic cut, Cosmic cinema, Picture the flows, that hitcha, At every angle, This ain't ya average playin' sangle, Fuck the radio, I say it loud and take I personal, Scared of a real show, feel like prince on, my own lingo, Or was it the award sho, Pops goes the weasel, tension of artists hotter than a diesel, Watch the hand that feeds you, Never bleed you, true To the words I speak, mad valuable, Salute to all my troops, Either live or dead, I still gotta watch out for the feds, Never lay my head in the same bed, must be a conscious, Similar to, what Hitler said, Make the most of nothing, Then all of sudden, Money floats, now women quick to un-button, Don't take it off, just leave it alone, Gained wisdom, heavenly kingdom, back up on the throne, And I'm gone... 🚀
Smooth when I flow like the water in cup when I row j dilla top notch let em kno o n e t h r double e 30 clip on my waist everyday no sleep stay woke can’t lack
this beat is sooo incredible like, theres so much going on in my life right now, and the words are writting them selfs. i would really like to use this beat non profit of cource just to have a convo with god if you dont mind ill send it to you..
rock it back in forth , slap bout that rhythm , take out the baseline , no way you taken mines I'm bout to settle b boy the former decoy , this follow the trap I'm give back to my neighborhood
Rip Jay DEE te prometo tener siempre en mi playlist escuchando Crazy loco playa sounding sing about me veo que ya se hace de mañana observando el panorama sensación de melodrama tu beba me lo boca sabor caramelo tirados en el suelo observando el cielo le cuento que hace tiempo no vuelo desde que no encuentro a mi abuelo textos anhelos Sus ojos fueron carnada y pique el anzuelo toque su mano y mi piel se escarapelo mi alma se excitó con ella soy totalmente yo llego nos entendemos bien el juego dos hielos que terminan hechos fuego y siempre que la tenga cerca decirle suelo que juntos el mundo sera nuestro un padre nuestro por los nuestros asi Que Ole nena se ve muy linda cuando el polen quema se empachan mucho y su alma no les llena vive el momento a disfrutar lo poco que queda sigue girando la rueda despega deja atrás toda ansiedad todo acto habitual que te lo convierta en rutina observar ruinas vizualizar la cima beba imagina como lo hago regresar estoy solo un poco loco de remate me coloco un bate chocolate el cora a mil por hora mientras todo late la textura sube la locura ando en modo hyped yo me pierdo en rilas keep rolling tu en rolas en relas ja ponte las pilas por que no te relajas pareces polly pocket la vida es un juego de poker y a veces ordenan la baraja todo lo que sube baja entonces ya veo mi subida ja ja jamás critique sus vidas no me gusta la gente subida deje el techo con estructura bien pulida jamás me alucine un Hooligan
Try and add as many sounds of flowers as you can to this, just faster then in flowers. There may be some synth done to this to give it a slightly different sound, but it's the exact same melody. I can't be positive and don't know if anyone really can, but I strongly suspect there is a connection between the two.
I'm rapping on the pinnacle i get so lyrical I'm a spiritual individual the money is residual i put women on a pedestal cause they flower men like a rose pedal I'm so heavy metal the tounge is leathal it can spit venom from cerebral or it can heal all the people word to Christ i did live twice now I'm twice as nice live your life it's all a sacrifice
at about 1:23 he drops a beat, so it’s a bar of 3/4 instead of 4/4. (slow so feels more like 8 and he drops 2 to make it 6).wonder if anyone else has caught that.
From the dirt, I havnt learned, my soul Burns, Cant Reach out to others cause there Burnt like A hurb I get paper , just because I chase it, I don’t see lame faces with the Gangs I place with, with Flocks, in different places, look out the window, so many blocks, and there Dangerous, make it out alive, can I make it? I stay high because im crazy, I don’t abide the lord, he wont save me, Red hair, Souls Stripped naked, im misplaced, misfit , music from the basement, Whats Destiny, Cant explane what you cant see, time is key, the future breaths, I enjoy my Self , I breath, i cant leave, moneys evil like me, I gotta seize, I Ride the Streets with a lot of peeps, rolling Trees, fuck the police, This stress relif, I understand depression , saying, that’s the least, Im broke, Feining, And im Having beef, with some Ghetto Feinds, I better find my self before its lost and Deamed, I gave up dreaming because im Dreaming, till my Death , im Scheming, like some Snake, im just a Heathing, Gonna get it one Day, Bitch Believe me
Go out in Public and slap somebody and when they ask (if they don't square up or shoot you) why? play them this beat and tell'em coz this beat slapped me so I'm passing along
